I took control of my stepsister’s vibrator in the bar and brought her to orgasm.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon when I decided to take a stroll through downtown. The sun was shining brightly, and the birds were singing cheerfully as if to let me know that today was going to be a special day. Little did I know that fate had something even more spectacular in store for me.

As I turned the corner, I spotted a familiar figure ahead. It was my stepsister, Maya, walking alongside her friends, giggling and chatting like the carefree teenagers they were. Maya was a vision to behold, with her long, silky locks cascading down her back and her shapely figure hugged by a tight, low-cut top. I couldn’t help but admire her, even though I knew it was wrong.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. In my pocket, I had a device that was capable of controlling remote toys. I had bought it on a whim, but never had the chance to use it until now. With a mischievous grin spreading across my face, I pulled out my phone and opened the app.

Maya and her friends had reached a popular bar on the corner, and they were about to enter. This was my chance. I tapped a few buttons on my screen, and then, I heard it. The faint buzzing sound that could only mean one thing – the remote control had worked. Maya had a vibrator on her, and I was in control of it.

I couldn’t believe my luck. I had always had a secret crush on Maya, and now, I had the power to bring her pleasure without her even knowing it was me. I felt a mixture of excitement and guilt, but the excitement quickly took over.

As I watched Maya and her friends from a distance, I started to slowly increase the intensity of the vibrations. At first, Maya just giggled and squirmed slightly, thinking it was just a little tickle. But as I increased the speed, her reactions became more pronounced.

Her face started to turn red, and her eyes rolled back slightly. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back any sound of pleasure, but I could see the struggle in her expression. Her friends were oblivious, still chatting and laughing, but Maya was clearly losing control.

I was in awe of how much power I had over her in that moment. It was like I could feel her body responding to every twist and turn of the knob on my phone. I could bring her to the brink of ecstasy and then pull her back, teasing her until she was begging for release.

But I knew I couldn’t take it too far, not here in public where anyone could see. So, with one final flick of my wrist, I pushed her over the edge. Maya let out a small gasp as her body convulsed with pleasure, her legs nearly giving out on her.

Her friends, still catch up on what had just happened, continued chatting until Maya regained her composure. Throwing them off the scent, she played off her reaction as an over-consuming reaction to hot sauce on her tongue. They bought it and entered the bar.

I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed, and more so that I had been the orchestrator. I felt a mix of guilt for intruding on her private pleasure without her knowledge, but I couldn’t lie about the thrill I got from having that much power over her. I knew I shouldn’t have done what I did, but there was a part of me that couldn’t resist the temptation of having more control over Maya than I did without the remote.

I decided then and there to forget about the whole thing. I had gotten carried away in the moment, but I wouldn’t let it happen again. Nonetheless, that moment would forever be ingrained in my memory, Like a mini adult movie scene that only I could have watched.